Time Travel
Time is suspended
A child is traveling through the canal of life
A few seconds--
A minute--a baby flies through eagerly awaiting to be alive
Some take minutes to hours to be born
their new future
Some cling to the warmth of the womb
delaying birth
The baby was perfect in the womb
yet
when traveling through the passage of life--
not enough of sweet air in the lungs
not enough needed air up to the brain
now
their destiny is changed.
Some, many times come out to the right
to the left
to the downside
to the upside
Each and every one is different and extraordinary on earth.
Be ready mothers!
This hour, this minute, this second, this moment, right now!
It is unknown when that moment arrives
And, a child comes traveling through the canal of life onto the earth.
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